rainey daye

kiss da earf!

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◜𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘃𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 !◞

ᯓ★ ABOUT ME raine. 18. queer. she. sagittarius. parawhore.

ᯓ★ FAVES paramore. hayley williams. yellowjackets. ruby cruz. sophie thatcher. horror. sleeping with sirens. twin peaks. david lynch. jeff buckley. spring awakening. next to normal. community. arrested development. bojack horseman.

ᯓ★ CURRENTLY criminal minds. parks & rec. new girl.

ᯓ★ MASTERLISTS yellowjackets, more soon!

ᯓ★ DNI basic dni. racism. homophobia. transphobia. zionism. maga.

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KISS IT BETTER

WORDCOUNT: [2.2k] SUMMARY: Iris traveled a long way to escape Josh. Luckily, she found quite the opposite: you. Well, you and your plethora of weaponized literary references. A/N: Requested by the lovely @deenayw ! PAIRING: Iris (companion) x fem!reader WARNINGS: fluff!!! kissing, reader's a nerd, many literary references (fight club, fahrentheit 451, the great gatsby, the things they carried, something wicked comes this way) let me know if i missed anything!

New York City. The big apple. So big, no one notices you. And that was a good thing in Iris’s eyes. Her arm, at least, made it impossible to go unnoticed. But in the city, she could get away with carrying her own head like it was a hand purse.

The multitude of nooks and crannies around New York City was like a Labyrinth to navigate, Google Maps made on-foot transportation even more difficult, and the Subway’s directory was like annotating manual instructions. To say that travelling the city was a nightmare would be an understatement.

Maybe this is why Iris found herself standing across from a human you inside a fortress of literature and dust. The bookstore was smaller than Josh’s apartment, which was saying a lot. It felt more open without him, however, seeing as she hadn’t had his company for a while. It was located down a staircase on a populated Yorkville street. The foot traffic above, as well as the miscommunication in destinations, kept the store afloat despite the lack of window shopping a person could do.

In the present moment, Iris found herself speechless at your warm eyes that met her sharp silver ones. How can someone look at her with so much life when she knew she had none? With a voice like a morning song, you spoke, “Can I help you find something today?”

“Find a job?” What the hell was that? “To work. Uh- can I work here?” Smooth.

Your face crinkled as you pulled a smile. “I don’t see why not.” You stood up from your busted stool and flipped over your book to not lose your place. You held out your hand and spoke your name. Iris simulated hers in return and took your hand with her non-dominant, non-damaged one.

“So, what brings you here?” Your eyes seemed to glimmer back at hers, distracting Iris from the question completely.

“Uhm… a job.”

You giggled at her response. She would’ve felt like an idiot if she weren’t so entranced by all the sounds you could make. “No, like, what brings you here specifically?”

Iris could not lie, whether she liked it or not. This didn’t mean she couldn’t pick and choose her responses carefully, however. She liked the store because it was hidden. She liked it because she was less likely to be found out. She liked it because it had you. “I happen to know a lot about literature.”

“Oh, yeah?” You were intrigued. Her short answers and awkward demeanor left you wanting to know more about who walked into your store. “Do you have a favorite piece?”

“No favorites.” She kept it concise. “But I know a lot about Ray Bradbury. Fahrenheit 451, Something Wicked Comes This Way, The–”

“Alright, sounds good.” You nodded at Iris, then looked around the stacks of books, towering over and around the two of you, about to topple over from the weight of dust and bookmarked memories. “I can teach you to navigate all this. I know it’s a mess, but–”

“No, I can do it.” She hadn’t meant to interrupt you. “Sorry. But I’m a quick learner.”

You smiled, and Iris smiled right back. You could use the company, and she wasn’t inherently dangerous, so why not?

One thing’s for sure, Iris did not lie. Not like she could, but she was an insanely quick learner. She was reorganizing books you forgot you owned. Books that hadn’t been picked up in years. Books that had been lost because of the disorganization.

Iris had also seemed to get work done rapidly. You couldn’t believe you had been doing this alone since owning the place. It had never crossed your mind that you needed help running the place. Now that you had her, you didn’t want to know a job without Iris.

Iris was currently looking through one of the older, used books. One that had been well-loved. She flipped through, noting your name inside the cover. It was a copy of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby. The book was full of handwritten annotations and contained loose-leaf papers discussing the American dream.

Iris learned about you through more than just your words. Every letter scribed and every penstroke made, all new things she was learning. All about you.

“What’s that?” Iris looked up from the book in her hands with a fright. She shut it immediately after making eye contact with you. Although the unmistakable eyes on the cover of said book told you all you needed to know. “Oh, gosh, I haven’t seen that thing in years.”

You stepped closer to her, taking her hands, which were holding the book, and opening it once more. Memories came flooding back to you at the sight of the notes about Gatsby’s use of the term “old sport” in the margins. “Have you read this?” You asked her softly, your faces a mere two inches apart.

“Yeah,” she breathed out. “I also read your essay. I think you were pretty spot-on with the traditional gender roles playing a part in Tom’s interests with her, but Gatsby loved Daisy despite her flaws.”

“I guess. But Gatsby just really pissed off eighth-grade me.” You giggled before grabbing the book and taking it back to the counter. “There’s no way I’m getting rid of this.”

From that moment forward, Iris searched every single book she came across in the store. Which was a lot. She would double- or even triple-check books you had mentioned reading in your past. Every literary reference she recognized, she immediately searched for the book it was from. All in hopes of finding your monogram etched on the other side of the cover.

Was it creepy? Maybe. But considering Iris’s track record with human interaction, this was fairly tame for her.

Iris read your countless annotations about Jimmy Cross and how he somehow represented Catholicism. She read your notes on how the firefighters in Fahrenheit 451 represented beetles and other small insects. She was confused as to why Jack’s smirking revenge was underlined about a dozen times.

She was fascinated by your human mind and how it worked. She learned a lot from your chicken scratch handwriting of thoughts you formed when you were just a kid. Ironically, she learned more by reading your thoughts than actually discussing them.

You found Iris to be beautiful. Despite her shy demeanor, she was quite poetic. You wanted to know her outside of the heaps of dogmarked pages around the two of you.

“Hi.” Iris appeared next to you. An old copy of Fight Club, unsurprisingly marked in your handwriting, was in her gloved hands. She gently held it out for you to take. “I found another one of yours. I didn’t know if you wanted to keep it.”

You grabbed it from her without hesitation, your pinky finger lightly brushed against hers. “This is amazing, thank you!” You glanced up at her seemingly monotone expression. “How do you keep finding these?”

She smiled at your words of affirmation, “I’m thorough.”

“Nice,” you complimented. You took it back to the store’s counter, where you stored all of the other books she found for you.

Iris turned around, watching you walk away from her. A deep feeling of hurt clouded her system. She walked back to you. “Can I talk to you?” She asked.

You looked up at her again, concerned by the question. It wasn’t unlike her to speak so formally, but there was a tone in her voice that told you this was important. “Yes, of course. What’s up?”

“Can we do something?” Iris asked, looking at you intently, silently waiting for your response.

“About the store?” You looked around, the towers looming over you both. “Maybe we should downsize.”

“No, about us,” she quickly responded. “Like a date.”

You were shocked at her forwardness. And frankly, so was she, as she mirrored your wide-eyed expression. Was it professional? No, but she’d never had a real job before. How was she supposed to act around her very pretty coworker?

“Sure,” you answered. Your face broke into a sweet smile. “Call me, okay?”

For the rest of your shift, you were practically floating. Forgetting to bookmark your pages, accidentally directing customers in the wrong direction toward their requested genres. You didn’t know how to act.

Iris waited for you outside of your shitty New York apartment. She hated where you lived, wanting to take you away from the used needles that lined the stairwell up to your home. But she had to reserve that for the third date at least.

As you shut the door behind you, you turned around to come face to face with her. You blushed. You weren’t sure if it was from her or the bitey New York weather. “Where are we going tonight?” You asked.

“You’ll see,” she teased.

She kept the mystery going through the walk down Broadway, the train ride from Grand Central Station, and even the pictures she took of you while you were distracted. She even took you to your favorite sandwich place that you mentioned once. It wasn’t until you reached your final destination, Central Park, that you got an idea.

The quilt in Iris’s arms unraveled to cover a small portion of the endless field of grass beneath you. Above, the skyline of the city complemented the two of you nicely. The soft lights from the streetlamps and the quiet chatter of the people walking the twisting pathways of the setting added a nice ambiance to the ever romantic atmosphere.

“I know it’s simple, but I thought we could have dinner here.” Iris held out her hand, offering to help you sit down with her. “The loud environment of a restaurant isn’t appealing to me for a first date. I wouldn’t be able to hear the answers to my questions.”

You grasped her hand gently, taking a seat with her on the linen she displayed for you. “Oh?” You smiled, “I’m confused, I thought this was a date, not a survey.”

“It is a date,” she confirmed. Your joke flew completely over her head. She thought she had done something wrong already.

“Oh, no, I know.” Without letting go of her hand, your thumb gently caressed the back of her hand. “But I would also like to get to know you better,” you reassured.

“Oh.” Iris smiled awkwardly. “Right.”

You and Iris discussed just about every topic. Even outside of books, you discussed music albums and romance movies and your ideal date spot and her favorite feature on your face. She wasn’t comfortable discussing her past, and you were okay with that. That was all she asked for.

She was entranced by the tiniest movements you made. The way you avoided eye contact and became shy with the way she looked at you, the way your smile widened when you laughed at something she didn’t even think was funny, and the way your eyes flickered between her eyes and her lips.

Iris could never get tired of your conversation. After an hour, however, she was beginning to feel restless. You were in the middle of voicing your opinion on how the color grading in films can make a movie very compelling or very boring when she interrupted you.

“Can I kiss you?” She was sharp. Forward. “I know you want to.”

Your face flushed, and you know it wasn’t from the weather this time.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I think I’d like that.”

Iris hesitated at first, leaning in slowly. Her eyes flickered between your lips and your eyes, as if asking permission one last time. You cut her off this time, closing the gap between yourselves.

You were warm. That was the first thing that came to her mind. Your hand came up to gently hold the side of her face. She couldn’t help but hold your other hand with her own. It was a tender intimacy that felt innocent. Pure.

You pulled away after what felt like hours of bliss. Neither of you retreated too far from each other. Your thumb softly stroked her cheek as she looked at you, her silver eyes half-lidded.

You hummed, “You don’t have to ask permission next time.”

“What?”

“Just kiss me.”

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HAYLEY WILLIAMS TRUE BELIEVER ♡ THE TONIGHT SHOW

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Hi! I had an idea and I’m not sure if you’d be interested in writing something like this, but here it goes. I was thinking of a fic with Natalie Scatorccio. In this scenario, the Reader is a spoiled rich girl who’s really popular at school—she has lots of friends and lives a luxurious life.

Meanwhile, Natalie doesn’t come from money and struggles financially. One day, the Reader doesn’t get the gift she wanted from her father, so out of spite, she decides to annoy him until he gives in. To push his buttons, she ends up hiring Natalie to pretend to be her girlfriend.

The plan is to lie and act like they’re dating just to make her father mad, and Natalie agrees because she really needs the money. The Reader starts thinking that Natalie is actually perfect for this plan… maybe even too perfect.

Now they're both in the Reader's house, and she introduces Natalie to her father as her girlfriend.

𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

pairing ; natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

wordcount ; 2.2k

summary ; You know your time as a teenager is quickly coming to an end, and so do your parents. When they provide you with an unrealistic ultimatum, you decide to push back in outlandish ways. If that means bringing a dirtbag into your home, then so be it.

warnings ; fake dating trope, reader is lowkey in denial, lousy parents, parents with traditional values, kissing, underage drinking, mentions of alcohol, reader does NOT like men (let me know if I missed anything!)

Wiskayok High School wouldn’t be the same without you. In fact, Wiskayok, New Jersey, wouldn’t be the same without you. Relative to this place, you were royalty. Girls wanted to be you, and guys wanted to be with you. You were the rich girl next door with the picture-perfect family pictured behind a white picket fence.

It was rare that you didn’t get what you wanted, whether that be material possessions or personal relations, which is why you were so rightfully upset that your dad didn’t get you that pearl necklace from Tiffany & Co. that you had asked so nicely for.

“I don’t understand.” You were currently sitting at the dinner table with your parents, eating a meal cooked by your private chef Sergio, who, in your mind, was the only person in this house that you could stand. “I passed my midterms. I haven’t gotten a speeding ticket in, like, months. I don’t get it!”

“Darling, I thought you already had a similar piece,” your mother voices. Your father, at the head of the dining table, puts down his silverware and looks at you sternly. “And when do you even have the time to wear something like that?” He adds to your mother’s statement.

“What do you mean?” You furrow your brows and look at him with a hesitantly confused expression.

“You don’t exactly have suitors to dress up for,” he discreetly says, hinting at another topic of discussion. Your face drops, and you look between your parents, your mother not daring to make eye contact with you.

You look sternly at your father. “You’re the one who taught me I should value myself. Is that not what I’m doing?”

“You’re eighteen, dear, you have to get married someday.” Exactly. You were only eighteen. And right now, you didn’t exactly find any guy at your school suitable for marriage.

That was the last thing you heard from your father before your mind went blank. In a fit of silent rage, you threw down your cloth napkin on your plate, getting soiled by your previously unfinished dinner. You stood up from the table and quickly whisked away without another word.

If your father was going to belittle you for your actions–the actions you made to make him happy–you would have none of it.

You had never skipped a day of school in your life. You were taught that straight A’s–adjacent to a straight outward appearance–were important to keep an easy life of luxury. Although you were beginning to doubt what your parents had taught you in childhood.

Which is exactly why you were doing this in the first place. Instead of heading to fifth period as you so often would, you slipped out through a side gate and around the back of the school. No reason in particular, just that you had an AP calculus test next period that you were absolutely not ready to take. You didn’t exactly have time to study after last night’s ordeal at the dinner table.

You heard her before you saw her. Wasting her time on some useless boneheads, Natalie Scatorccio had been swigging subtle sips of Svedka along with two other boys you suspected were your age, although you had never seen them before that moment.

You knew Natalie through Lottie, the two girls having been on the same soccer team for years at a time. You saw her a couple of times on the field, and you actually might’ve been friends if not for the sluggish path you found her walking down.

She probably hated you as much as you hated her lifestyle.

Natalie was living in a different world. You were not only on different pages, but in completely different books. Her pages were torn out completely, having her story disfigured by its readers and harmfully spread. You could understand that.

You hated how you were perceived. Your upbringing was different. Different than most, and you wished your parents weren’t yours.

She probably hated your parents as much as you hated your parents.

“That’s disgusting!” You called out to the group, hoping they’d hear you.

Just as you’d hoped, their three heads turned in unison, the boys looking quite surprised to see you were out there, and Natalie not seeming to really care. “We can’t all afford what your parents are drowning in.” Whether she meant money or alcohol, you didn’t know. That didn’t matter.

You walked toward the group, shoving your hand into your purse and pulling out your pretty pink wallet. In a quick and practiced fashion, you pulled out a hundred and handed it to the girl. “Get some good shit, at least.”

“Why are you doing this?” Natalie looked up at you quizically before reaching out to grab the cash. Before she could, however, you pulled back, taunting her with the bill between your perfectly manicured fingers. You painted your face with the prettiest smile you could muster. “Meet my parents?”

That’s how Natalie found herself being pimped out to get your oh so generously offered amenities. In return for her services of being the dirty, slobbish, and loud girlfriend, you provided all the alcohol money could buy. As well as all the money for that matter.

Meeting your parents was like a fever dream. They were thrilled when you mentioned how you were seeing someone, and maybe they had already picked out the next designer necklace from the Tiffany & Co. catalog. All that turned around when they were left speechless at the front door.

There you stood, in a sleek and sheer Calvin Klein dress that probably cost more than your college savings, clutching the arm of some junkie in a leather jacket. Some girl in a used, worn leather jacket. You had the biggest smile on your face. Natalie was terrified.

Dinner went just how you expected it to go. Silent. Until your father had some bullshit to say, of course.

“So, Frankie–”

“It’s Natalie.”

Your father hadn’t expected her to talk back, and you knew that.

“Ah, of course.” He struggled with pulling a tight-lipped smile. “Our little girl brings home so many people these days. Hard to keep up.”

“Actually, I don’t.” You spoke up for the first time that evening since introducing your ‘girlfriend.’ “That’s why Natalie’s here.” You looked at her before prodding at your mashed potatoes with your silverware.

Silence again. The atmosphere was palpable. Any other night, this would’ve worried you. But under these special circumstances, you were ecstatic.

“You have a lovely home.” Natalie tried to make light of the current situation, which shouldn’t have been tense to begin with.

“I’m sure this is the first home you’ve seen that’s not on wheels.”

“Dad–” “Dear–”

You and your mother spoke at the same time, and this time you were grateful. You quickly pushed out your chair and stood up from your seat. You looked at everyone seated at the dinner table. Your father’s face held a silent fury, your mother was somewhat apologetic, and Natalie looked to be holding back the sudden urge to run out the door.

You smiled, “Can you excuse us, please?” You stepped around the table, and Natalie quickly stood on her feet, pushing out her chair so it screeched unpleasantly across the dining room floor. You reached for the girl’s wrist, grabbing her hand instead and leading her past the top of the stairs and into your room. This feat did not go unseen by your father, the last thing being heard before slamming the door behind you being a slew of muttered, under-the-breath curses.

You huffed out in frustration, hands clutching your hair at its roots. Natalie silently watched you move around your perfectly organized bedroom, which was painted in a warm glow from the accent lighting situated all around you. She felt awkward. She didn’t know what to say, so she just stared at you as you removed the jewelry wrapped around your profile.

You felt suffocated. Yes, this was your plan, but your father’s mindless comments weren’t exactly ideal. You ripped your gold drop necklace from your person and left it on your vanity. You glanced up into the mirror and noticed Natalie looking clueless behind you.

You smoothed out your hair, turning around and smiling sweetly once more, as if the past five minutes hadn’t just happened. “I’m so sorry about that.”

“Who cares? We’re not exactly… real.” The sentence left her lips as if it were foreign. As if there was no truth behind her words.

“You’re right.” That left an unfamiliar sensation to settle in your stomach. It twisted in knots. “But that doesn’t mean he should say stuff like that.”

A moment of silence passed between you two once more. Natalie took the time to look around your bedroom. It was covered in powder pink, but it looked like it was from a movie set. Like everything in there came from a furniture collection in a high-end department store. Sure, it was pretty, but it was also so dead.

“I like your room.”

“You don’t have to lie,” you laugh weakly. “I didn’t choose it.”

“Okay,” she said hesitantly. She walked toward the edge of your bed and sat down, carefully, as if it would break under her weight. Although the sheer amount of pillows that already sat atop your duvet proved that to be nonsensical. “So, what did you choose?”

Without another word, you crouched down to the floor at the side of your bed, lifting up the edge of your quilt and sliding out a Louboutin shoebox. You stood up, carrying said box with both hands, before crawling to the center of your bed and opening it up. She glanced inside, noticing countless CDs and cassettes littering the cardboard container.

Before she could even think, Natalie reached her hand in and pulled out an Alice In Chains CD. Jar Of Flies.

“You actually like this stuff?” If it were anyone else, the question would’ve come off as pretentious. But since it was Natalie, she was clearly intrigued.

“I didn’t think they were underground or anything.” You smiled at her teasingly, finding her fascination with your things cute. “Don’t you listen to them?”

“Yeah, but, you're so–” She searched to find the right word. “You.”

“Oh my god,” you laughed again, dryly this time. “That’s not me! This,” you motioned to the bedroom, “is not me.”

Natalie put the disk down, now finding her words to be chosen poorly. “Yeah, I-I see that now.”

You watched her once more as she prodded around in the shoebox. Tapes titled after artists she hadn’t even heard of. This meant you couldn’t find CDs from such artists around town, so you had to actually make them yourself. Lemonheads, Replacements, Butthole Surfers. She was in awe.

“Sorry, by the way,” she muttered, choosing not to make eye contact with you.

“For what?” you whispered back, afraid to break the quiet atmosphere that surrounded the two of you.

“For your parents.” You were about to excuse them yourself, saying that she had no control over their actions and how you should really be the one apologizing on their behalf, but she spoke before you ever could. “And for not knowing you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you forgot how to breathe for a moment. She looked so perfect, the pink glow of your room painting one half of your face as you both lay together, the only thing separating you two completely being your junk box.

“Not many people do.” You whispered.

Natalie looked up to meet your eyes, although yours happened to already be situated on her lips. Before she could do anything, you acted, lurching forward from your position and kissing her softly. This feeling was new to you, but certainly not unwelcome.

You pulled away and looked at her expectantly, giggling once you noticed her stumped expression. “Is this okay?”

“Oh, for sure-,” She said breathlessly, being cut off by your lips once more. Her hand feverishly grasped at your scalp, tugging lightly. You whimpered and, practically moving on your own, shoved the box between you to the ground, its contents spilling onto the carpet. She rolled onto her back in a swift movement, her other hand grabbing at your hip. Your own hands palmed the margin of skin and clothing that covered her waist and hips.

Before you could think, the sound of muffled footsteps and rapid knocking on the door to your bedroom filled all your senses. You pushed yourself off of Natalie, and she groaned out in response to your absence. “Sorry,” you whispered.

“Is everything okay? We heard noises.” Thank god it was only your mother. She never intruded, even if she thought there was a chance you were dying behind closed doors. Which, right now, you were, but for all the right reasons.

“Yeah, uh-” You glanced down at Natalie, her eyes having never left your face, and neither did her stupid expression. “My jewelry box fell over.”

“Okay, well, when you see Natalie again, tell her we’re sorry.” Your mother had thought Natalie had already left. Maybe she was a little drunk. “I think she’s a great girl.”

“Me too, mom,” you smiled down at the girl, pecking her lips once again.

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I have an idea. How about Lottie Matthews x FEM with the following situation: she and the reader broke up, but Lottie asked them to keep pretending they were together so the Yellowjackets wouldn't suspect anything. So, the two go to a party as usual and a random guy decides to flirt with the reader, and Lottie sees it. Happy ending, please!

𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭

pairing ; lottie matthews x fem!reader

wordcount ; 2.1k

summary ; You hated knowing that you held Lottie back from being her best self, and she hated seeing you devote your time and effort into someone else who didn't deserve it.

warnings ; fluffy ending, some angst if you squint, no mention of y/n, underage drinking, mentions of homophobic parents, mentions of sexual situations (nothing takes place), reader has unclear feelings towards men (let me know if I missed anything!)

You’re relationship with Lottie had been capricious to say the least.

At first, it was fun to sneak around with each other. To be the other’s dirty little secret. The avoidance of having to leave your door cracked during your “sleepovers,” visiting her in the locker room after her practice, and playing house with her when her parents were out of town every other weekend.

Lottie was your first love. To your parents, she was the best friend ever.

The Yellowjackets had been incredibly supportive, if not your biggest fans. It also helped that you were their personal cheerleader and made Lottie perform better. To say they loved you would be an understatement.

You were currently in Lottie’s room, having gotten home after a long day of school, and an even longer day at practice. The room was silent, the only sound was the quiet hum of her ceiling fan on the lowest setting. Lottie sat at the edge of her bed, watching as you fiddled with the nobs of the radio she kept on her wardrobe.

You landed on a song that sounded like it was from the eighties, although neither of you could attempt to remember it in the moment. You turned on your heels to walk toward her, socked feet padding across her carpeted bedroom floor. You inserted yourself to stand in the space between her legs and looked down at her. She looked up at you with what seemed like the same adoration she had always held for you.

Lottie grabbed your hands, bringing them both up to her lips, and kissing every knuckle until her cherry chapstick wore off. She pulled back and looked up at you again, but this time she had her brows furrowed in a pitiful look. Her big brown eyes weren’t doing you any favors, as your legs could’ve given out in that moment. But that’s not what this is about.

“Lot, are you alright?” You asked, becoming concerned with the expression she nursed. You brought your hands from hers and used them to hold her face. You ran your thumb softly along her cheek, trying to relieve any of the stress she may’ve carried.

Lottie took this opportunity to wrap her arms around your waist and pull you into her, causing you to change your hold and cradle her head to your chest. “Lottie?” You whispered, as if speaking any louder would shatter the fragile atmosphere that occupied the space around you two. “We have to break up.”

You had to forcefully pull back at that statement, looking at her with a borderline bewildered expression, more hurt than anything. “What?” You stepped out of her hold completely, now standing in the middle of her bedroom as she sat there with her empty arms at her sides. “Can we talk about this, please?”

“Not much to talk about,” she shrugged, as if you were the unreasonable one. “I just–” She started, struggling to find the right words to describe the situation. “I can’t keep sneaking around like this. With you.”

Tears brimmed in your eyes. Lottie stood up at this, reaching up to one of your many perfect curls. You swat her hand away, not daring to look into her eyes. She called your name firmly, making you look up at her. “My parents are getting suspicious. I accidentally left the wine out last weekend, and we left the Fried Green Tomatoes tape paused on the food fight scene.”

Your brows furrow at this, wiping your tears as you realize her reasoning isn’t personal. Of course, you didn’t plan on telling either of your parents about your relationship, and having them find out on their own was so much worse. And the last thing you wanted was to get Lottie in trouble with her parents, the people she wanted to be proud of her the most. You sighed out, “Okay.”

Lottie took a careful step toward you, and seeing as you didn’t step away, she took this as an opportunity to engulf you in a hug. Of course, this didn’t stop the tears from coming. She looked at you before kissing you one last time, trying to quiet your sobs.

You pulled away, thinking of another conflict. “What about our friends?” You knew you didn’t have to specify who you were talking about.

“What about them?” She asked, not giving her teammates a second thought.

“Well, wouldn’t it be awkward around them? Wouldn’t they be awkward around us?” You gather your words with ease, now in a better headspace than you were just two minutes ago. “It is game season.”

“Well,” Lottie brought her hand up to finger your curls, eyes darting across every square inch of your face. “They don’t have to know.”

So this was your routine for the next month. In front of the Yellowjackets, you guys were thriving as a couple, even though her soft touches were just for show, and her lingering glances were just for show. Without them, you didn’t exist together behind closed doors. It was silently tearing you up inside, although you couldn’t say the same for her.

Lottie was performing all the same. In fact, she was performing better in your eyes. You couldn’t help but think that maybe you’d been holding her back throughout the course of your relationship. Even pretending to be a couple in front of her team was torture, because practice was just further proof that she really didn’t need you.

Parties were never your thing. Even when you were with Lottie, the two of you would much rather prefer to spend your nights cuddled up on the couch, making out watching a movie. But your relationship right now wasn’t normal.

Lottie had thought it’d be a good idea to go to the house party of someone who would regret hosting it in the morning. “To keep up appearances,” she said. Although currently, you were tucked away in the corner of one of the many living rooms of this house, nursing a red solo cup of shitty beer bought by someone with a fake ID.

You kept your arms crossed, raising your drink to sip on occasionally to distract yourself from the lack of normal lighting, loud music, and the thought of Lottie hooking up with someone else. To say you were bitter was a great understatement.

“Not a party person?” You heard a voice struggle to speak over the music blaring overhead. You looked up to meet the eyes of the speaker. You knew he attended your school even though you didn’t recognize him. Whether that was because of the lights or the beer was anybody’s guess.

You didn’t respond, not bothering to change the solemn look on your face. He took this as a sign to speak up once more, “Yeah, me neither.”

You finally decided to respond, coming to the conclusion that he probably wasn’t going to quit. “Listen, I don’t really do the small talk thing.” You shake your head, trying to express that you weren’t interested.

“You’re right. I like big talk,” he shot back. He leaned down to speak in your ear. Not quite whispering, but something considered more private in the middle of a house party. “You look gorgeous tonight.”

“That’s not small talk?” You tilted your head, trying to humor him instead of doing the sensible thing and shoving him away in your inebriated state.

“You look gorgeous. Can I take you upstairs?” That was bold.

On the other side of the room, Taissa and Van had witnessed everything. While they may’ve not heard what was going on, they subconsciously knew nothing good could come from a private and intimate discussion between a boy and a girl at a high school party. Without a second word, Taissa looked at Van, sending her on a hunt through the house to find Lottie.

Lottie was currently making small talk with the few other people in the kitchen while she served herself another drink from the keg. Van slowed herself to a stop as Lottie gave her a look of concern as she watched the goalie catch her breath.

“Your girlfriend’s being hit on by a man!” Van breathed out, not bothering to word it lighter.

“What?” Lottie was confused more than anything. She couldn’t believe that you would even allow that to happen. Single or not. “Where is she?”

“The front room.” Van took her all the way there, although at some point Lottie had trudged forward, taking the lead of their path. Van returned next to Tai, watching the scene in front of them unfold.

Lottie walked up behind you and watched as you drunkenly interacted with the meathead in front of you. You clearly hadn’t noticed her yet. She shouted over the music in an attempt to get the boy’s attention, “Hey, she’s not interested!”

The boy’s face dropped, and you turned around to meet her doe eyes. “Lottie!” Although drunk, you still couldn’t forget how she made you feel moments beforehand. “Did you know…” You pressed your drink to her chest in a friendly manner, even though this wasn’t supposed to be a playful gesture. “Jason, here, said he would shut the party down just for me if I went down on him tonight?”

Lottie’s face turned to fury, looking up at said boy in disbelief. His face fell, seeing as he couldn’t even face her stare. He couldn’t defend himself as he slipped away into a small gaggle, leaving the two of you alone. “Isn’t that amazing?” You smiled up at her, sarcasm dripping from your otherwise angelic voice.

“We need to talk,” she said firmly. Lottie grabbed your shoulders and looked around at the smaller crowds of the room before looking back at you again. “Outside.”

Without much of a choice, she grabbed your hand and pulled you through the house and through the front door, leaving you two to be on the front yard with people hunched over, drunk. “What’s wrong with you?” You sneered at her, pulling your hand away from her grasp.

“What’s wrong with you?” She mirrored the attitude you were giving her. “You’re just gonna go and flirt with some random guy right in front of me?”

“Lottie, I’m not yours!” You silenced her with your proclamation, as if it was the first time she was hearing it out loud. You crossed your arms and teared up, trying to come up with your next words carefully. “We don’t have to keep doing whatever this is. I know you’re better without me.”

Lottie’s eyes softened at your words. You clearly hadn’t been in the right headspace for a while, and she couldn’t help but think that your little situation hadn’t helped one bit. “You’re right. This was a stupid idea.”

“I didn’t say th–” You were cut off by her lips capturing yours, as if that was where they belonged the whole time. You couldn’t help but kiss her back naturally, leaning in further as if you could be any closer to her. She pulled away, causing you to almost lose your balance from the intoxicating kiss. “I didn’t say that.”

Lottie laughs at your drunken state, not caring whether you’d remember this in the morning or not. “I don’t want this anymore. I want you.”

You looked up at her with wide eyes, as if you were truly listening now. “And I don’t care if that means we have to keep sneaking around. I’d rather be your dirty little secret than be away from you ever again.”

You let out an uncontrolled laugh when she finished her speech, although she chose not to take it personally. “That was so cheesy!” As if your emotions did a full one-eighty, you couldn’t help but laugh at the now exasperated look on her face.

“Yeah, whatever.” She wrapped a loose arm around you and pulled you into her side. You complied without a second thought. “Let me take you home.”

“My home or your home?” You ask, not caring where you ended up after tonight. “My home, obviously,” Lottie responded. She pulled a smile that unknowingly matched yours before she led you both home. Her home.

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season 3 shauna got me acting up 🙈🙈🙈

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nvm her and her scissor sister lowk pmo now

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PLS PLS PLS MORE LOTTIE FICS 🙏 (I will literally take anything lol)

a/n ; this new season has given me lottie resurgence oh lawd... i feel like some of my fics are sort of the same but i can't get enough of it. maybe i'm incapable of writing angst... i like love too much...

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭

pairing ; lottie matthews x fem!reader

wordcount ; 1.5k

summary ; Lottie was the best friend you could ever ask for, but she wished it wasn't so. You loved her, of course, and so did she. But those weren't her true intentions...

warnings ; nothing, just fluff!

You loved Lottie and considered her your best friend. While you were her best friend, she wanted to be something more.

It felt like you’d known Lottie for an eternity, never really remembering how to live before her. You two were inseparable, and that didn’t go unnoticed by the others. You weren’t on the team, but you might as well be since you’re around so much. You were like their own personal cheerleader as long as Lottie was on the field.

Which was where you were now, situated on the bleachers with your homework in your lap. You would look up now and then to watch her on the field, effortlessly gliding along the freshly cut grass. You were waiting for practice to get out since Lottie was taking you home. You did this every day. Lottie drove you home every single day. Of course, you’d only get home after your time at Lottie’s house had expired.

No wonder why the others thought you were dating.

From the field, Lottie was stopped, looking out at you. She smiled when she saw you look up at her, showing her a small wave and a big smile. She reciprocated, showing her hand in acknowledgment.

“Have you told her yet?” Van saw this exchange and appeared beside her, looking between you and Lottie. Lottie reluctantly pulled her gaze away from you, now looking at her teammate.

“Told her what?” Lottie responded, only sparing the girl a glance before returning her attention to you.

“That you like her,” Van said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“I think she already knows,” Natalie piped up, overhearing the exchange, once thought to be private. “Considering you can describe in perfect detail how the shape of her face changes whenever she smiles.”

“What? No, I don’t–” That was true. Lottie thought she hid it so well. “I don’t like her,” she confirmed.

“Nat’s right, though, you’re not exactly good at being discreet,” Van agreed with the smaller girl, disregarding Lottie’s words completely. She gave her a concerned look, seeing the weight of her feelings completely take over her mind. “Look, just tell her how you feel, and then you’ll know for sure.”

“Tell who what?” Taissa had now walked over, interested in the contrast from soccer.  Her eyes landed on Lottie, now suddenly getting the full story. “Oh, yeah, you gotta tell her.”

“Seriously, does everyone know?” Lottie stood there in disbelief from her teammates.

“Everyone except you it seems,” Natalie fired back. “Just do everyone a favor, and tell her.”

“Okay! Damn,” Lottie’s eyes widened, suddenly becoming defensive. “I’ll do it.”

The three others there let out a combination of sighs and small “finally”s, much to Lottie's annoyance. Coach Ben sounded the whistle, calling the team in for final notes and to conclude their practice. You knew you had about fifteen to twenty minutes before she’d be out of the locker rooms from changing to hang out with her. You thought that because of this routine, you still had more time to complete your homework.

Lottie had walked out of the locker room, duffle bag over her shoulder and letterman jacket folded in her arms. She walked out after five minutes. You had no idea what was different, or whether she had even showered or not. You tried not to think about that too often.

Just about five minutes earlier, Lottie had been pressured by just about her whole team to hurry up and get back out there. Every time she attempted to converse with anyone in her vicinity, they’d either ignore her or just mention you. At the very first mention of your name, she quickly shut up. But after constant reminders from her team, she managed to get out of there as quickly as possible. Of course, only to be met with you, so it wasn’t a big difference.

She watched you from the field, you still situated at the near top of the bleachers. You were so consumed with your work that if the kid you were babysitting had a slip and fall, you probably wouldn’t notice their screams until a whole five minutes later when a sudden headache would come over you.

“Hey!” Lottie called out to you, seeing your brow furrowed from the ground. You were so cute when you were focused on being smart. You were even cuter when all your attention was on her. You looked up and your eyes fell on Lottie, her expression unreadable from afar. “You comin’?”

It quickly processed in your mind what she had said, still slightly confused by her sudden emergence from her sport. “Uh, yeah, hold on!” You shouted back, quickly closing the open binder in your lap, and shoving away any other accessories into your bag. You slugged it over your shoulder and quickly made your way down the steps. When you met her at the bottom, you quickly took her right side and continued to walk to the back parking lot where her car was parked.

“So, you were out earlier than usual,” you started in an attempt to make conversation. She had been quiet so far, maybe she was hyper-focused on getting home or simply away from school.

“Yeah, it was just a scrimmage. Only a couple of games today,” she responded, a little hesitant, of course.

“That’s not what I mean,” you confirm. You tilt your head in an attempt to make eye contact with her, trying to get her attention since she won’t look at you herself. “And you’re acting weird now. Did something happen?”

“No, I, uh…” Lottie stopped in her tracks and begrudgingly looked at you. You stopped a step ahead of her, turning back to look at her. You were gorgeous. Even during the smallest moments like this. “I just have a lot on my mind.”

You both stood in your places, neither of you bothering to move toward each other. You furrowed your brows, becoming concerned at her words. “Is there anything I can do? I hate to see you like this.” You always knew what to say, and at the moment, Lottie hated that.

“No!” She answered, maybe a little too quickly. “Um, no… you wouldn’t understand.” But, oh, how she wished you would. She continued walking to her car, deciding to move without you.

“That’s rude,” you mumble. You slightly scowl as she brushes past you, seemingly ignoring you. Despite this, you follow her a couple of feet behind. She doesn’t slow down. In fact, it looks like she’s trying to leave without you. “Hey!”

You pick up the pace, taking a slight jog to reach her before she can even open the door to the driver’s seat of her car. She still won’t turn around or respond to your calls. You put a hand on her shoulder, forcing her to face you. “What is going on with y–”

But before your eyes could be on hers, her lips were on yours. It only took a moment before you could melt under her care. Her hands grabbed at your arms before moving down to your waist, and then finally resting on your hips. You couldn’t decide on her shoulders or her face or her-

“Relax, okay?” Lottie mumbles, her lips barely breaking away from your own. God, that made you weak. You finally decided to hold her face in your hands, delicately to not break the moment you two currently share.

Lottie clearly didn’t have the same concern, turning you too around so your back was to her car. As if she wasn’t close enough already, she pushed you further against the car door, squeezing at your hips that were flush against hers.

The two of you pull away for air, Lottie choosing to rest her forehead against yours. She giggled looking at your now smiley expression, contrary to the one you had just moments before. “I’m glad you feel the same way,” you whisper, as if anyone else would hear.

Before she could respond, however, the sounds of cheering and shouts reach your ears from across the lot. You both turn to look at the source, not daring to pull away from your current positions. The culprits are Van, of course, along with Tai. You smile at the other two, finally putting the pieces together.

“Go home!” Lottie shouts at the other two, playful but still a bit embarrassed. She looked at you, “I’m sorry about them, really, I–”

“I’m guessing they knew the whole time?” You interrupt her, because, no offense, but just a moment ago she was ignoring you to your face.

Lottie blushed, even more than she had been before, giving you a sheepish smile, “Yeah, sort of. I didn’t even have to tell them.” “I guess, it takes two.” You shrug, “We weren’t exactly discreet.”

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season 3 shauna got me acting up 🙈🙈🙈

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𝐦𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐧

based off of the jeff buckley song with the same name

pairing ; lottie matthews x fem!reader

wordcount ; 1.2k

summary ; your life, as well as the other girls', was slowly declining with every moment you spend out in the wilderness. however, the sanity of a specific girl may slowly be slipping, and you might be the one paying the price.

warnings ; mention of lottie's meds, cursing, no use of y/n, lottie being a borderline creep (let me know if i missed anything!)

Lottie had woken up quite a while ago. The cold weather outside had taken over her senses completely. Although she’s almost convinced this was the reason for her conscious state, she can’t ignore the gnawing feeling that comes as she watches over you.

It’s been months since the crash, and winter is already coming to a start. Lives had been long lost, left to the wilderness. Amidst this personal hell, everyone had been searching for ways to survive and cope.

Throughout this prolonged time together, Lottie’s new and personal interest had become you.

It seemed impossible that everyone had collectively fallen asleep, but since everyone’s last meal consisted of murky water and Jackie’s belt, the lack of nutrients had prevailed throughout everyone’s days.

Over the months, Lottie’s prescription had run dry. The attention toward her medication had slowly shifted onto you.

Which is where she was now, sitting up with her arms around her knees, squeezing as tight as possible. Lottie was careful not to move an inch or even breathe too loud, fearing she might wake you from your slumber.

As she looked at you, her eyes searched for any movement whether that be from your body or face. She wondered what you were dreaming about. She had given you her blanket to keep you warm, not needing it herself.

Lottie was afraid for you, more than others. You had become such a relic within her mind that she wanted to protect you, and if that meant giving you the clothes off of her back, then so be it. Nevertheless, she fears your body will never be safe from harm.

“Lottie,” you whisper.

The girl’s eyes widen at the sound of your voice, knowing she had been caught. Now broken out of her trance, she quickly lies down on her side to try and confuse you. She wanted to manipulate your mind into maybe believing it had been a dream. She faces away from you like she had been when she had first fallen asleep next to you.

Not exactly fooled by her ploy, you bring an arm up and push your hand into her shoulder blade to get her attention. “Lottie?”

She turns around to face you. As she moves, she becomes closer to you. Just close enough to have her black ribbons of long hair cover her face and gently caress yours. The soft, feathery sensation that touches your skin keeps you warm. Or is that the extra blanket pulled to just above your shoulder?

You keep your voice soft, whispering, “I think this is yours.” You push the blanket off of your body and begin to cover the girl in front of you. Lottie stops you, however, grabbing your wrist before you can tear the fabric away from yourself.

“No.” Lottie stares deeply into your eyes, assuring you she doesn’t need it. “It’s for you.”

“Lottie-” The girl in question cuts you off before your words can get to her. She hushes you, softly placing her hand over your mouth to muffle any noises that might wake the others. The warmth from her hand only proved her point. She pulls her hand away, and you realize the blankets aren’t enough to keep you warm.

Lottie keeps her voice lowered to not wake the smallest rodent that might be nearby. “I want you,” she says. “No, I need you.” Her innocent doe eyes look further into yours, putting you under her spell.

She reaches up and grabs your shoulder with her own, gloved hand. She pulls herself closer to you, scooting her frame impossibly closer to yours. You lose all control you once had over your body, feeling Lottie maneuver herself to fit beside you. “Keep me warm,” she mumbles.

You blushed scarlet in return. The proximity between the two of you was close enough to hear each other’s hearts. Or maybe just the sound of your heart is so loud that it clouds your sense of hearing.

Her hand, once on your shoulder, slides up your neck and gently holds the side of your face. “You’re so soft, precious.” She runs her thumb along your cold cheek. The contrast between the warmth she carried in her hand and your cold-to-the-touch skin left you with goosebumps. Despite your exterior complexation, your insides were practically on fire.

“We really shouldn’t, Lot.” You tried to reason with her, but she just stared back at you with a serious expression on her face.

“Why? The others?” She quickly cut you off, scooting impossibly closer to you. “We’re just keeping each other warm.”

“You know that’s not what it is,” you said, tone becoming firmer. “I don’t think we should be doing this right now.”

Lottie bites her tongue, holding back the first words that come to her mind. ‘Don’t be stupid.’ Instead, she chooses the more mindless option.

With a lingering hand still positioned on the side of your face, now warm, Lottie pulls your face to hers. The couple of inches that were once between you now dissipate, and your lips meet in a hurried movement. At that moment, your surroundings went silent.

You pull back suddenly, jaw clenched, you don’t dare say a word. In return, Lottie’s eyes dart all around your face. She struggles to keep her composure, deathly afraid of having done something wrong.

You kissed her again desperately. At this point, you weren’t even sure what you were doing. You brought your hands up to cradle her face like she had yours, keeping her from pulling away. She used her hand to kneed at the skin of your face, her palm fitting perfectly.

You pull back once more, eyes closed, afraid to meet her gaze.”Don’t–” Your voice breaks. “Don’t do this to me, Lot…”

“What?” She whispered. However small her tone, you could still hear the bite in it.

You choked back tears, “I can’t–” You attempt to fight the sudden wash of emotion over you. “I won’t cry over you. Not again,” you mumble. “But you just… can’t do this to me. After fucking ignoring me for years? We’re on the same fucking team, Lottie.”

Lottie shook her head in response, ducking her head ever so slightly in an attempt to grab your attention. “No, god, no. I wasn’t… thinking right. Please, dear, I need you.” She cemented her words, “I need you.”

“Oh, Lottie.” Your voice shook, and your face transformed into a wrinkled, worried mess. Lottie showed her concern and pulled you toward her, embracing your shivering frame. She kissed the side of your face and the side of your head simultaneously, trying to calm your anxiety.

You didn’t know what was going to happen tomorrow, or the next week, or even the next month. But in that moment, you didn’t feel anything but love for the girl whose arms held you. Whose arms loved you.

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𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

pairing ; hazel callahan x fem!reader

wordcount ; 1.3k

summary ; After Hazel's attempt to recover after her grave mistake of getting beat down by the school's star wrestler, you assume the role of her caretaker in an attempt to show your affection for her. Don't worry, your actions do not go unnoticed.

warning ; fluff galore, mentions of blood, hazel's nose injury, headaches, painkillers mentioned (let me know if i missed anything!)

Humiliation perfectly describes how Hazel must feel after getting beaten up in front of the school—by its number one wrestler, no less.

However, it's hard to experience secondhand embarrassment when you're so proud of Hazel for doing what she did, regardless of her confession that she thought she was going to fight PJ (and rightfully so).

The self-defense club is currently on break, and you can't help but worry about Hazel. Her nose is in a cast, and she has several battle scars.

On this warm, humid night in her cozy home, Hazel rests her head gently on your lap, the couch cushions cradling your weight as you share a quiet moment.

The soft chatter of static conversation lingers in the background, from a movie playing, in the low light of the living room. You can't help but focus on the occasional snores from Hazel. She can't help it. She's comfy around you. Besides, maybe it's the pain meds that make her drowsy, and get her heart all fluttery.

Though, the flutter only happens when you're near, for some reason.

You sat up straight on her couch, Hazel’s head resting over your lap as she emitted light snores. You look down occasionally, ensuring she’s still peacefully napping and not in any pain. You gently play with the ends of her already short hair, letting your touch softly put her to rest.

Hazel twists in your lap, turning her head away from the television in front of you and into your stomach, her nose poking into your abdomen. You look down due to her sudden movements and you pull your hand away from her scalp.

She moans at this, preferring your light touch to soothe her aching head. It only ever stops when you give it some attention.

You flush at this, as she buries her head impossibly further into your tummy. She must’ve woken up, unless she was never asleep because she lightly pulls at your shirt, like a child asking for attention. She mumbles something incoherently, the sound of it being absorbed by the fabric of your shirt.

“What did you say…?” You whisper to her as if speaking any louder would break the soft moment held between you two.

She just barely tilts her head to look up at you, glancing up at you with those deep blue eyes. The bruising under her eyes accentuated her pitifulness.

“Please, don’t stop…” Hazel mumbles, the grogginess in her voice makes her barely coherent. How could you say no to her?

“Okay, Haze.” Oh, how she loved that one. You might as well have come up with it, every time you say it, it feels like she’s heard it for the first time. She feels like she sees you for the first time. Again and again.

You place the palm of your hand on her forehead, letting the coolness melt into the warmth of it. She moans once more, breathing at the unexpected and contrasting feeling. You let your hand move across her head and into her scalp, allowing your fingers to scratch at her tensed nerves.

She hums in blissful content, taking in every singular movement your digits make. She quickly unwinds at this, physically relaxing further into your lap.

“Is that better?” You smile at her reactions. Having her like this, under your care, at her most vulnerable, lets you know just how much she trusts you.

“Mhm… yeah,” she mumbles and closes her eyes. On the contrary, how much you care for her, especially in soft moments like this, gives her butterflies in her stomach even at just the general thought of you.

As you let your gaze linger, you notice how she seems to unravel in your presence. The slight furrow between her eyebrows, and the small frown that paints her expression, shows how pained she really is. “Poor, baby,” you mumble.

She lets out a hum at the pet name you give her, taking it with ease. It’s a slight step up from your previous “Haze.”

Hazel gets comfortable enough to show you as much, if not the same, amount of affection as she can. She pulls her arm up from hanging off the side of the couch and lets it worm its way between your middle and the back of the couch. She effectively squeezes you, pulling both of your souls closer in proximity.

“Hazel,” you whisper her name and giggle at this. You pull your hand back out of habit, leaving her to yearn for your touch once more. She just responds by leaving butterfly kisses along your abdomen, the softness of her lashes tickling your skin. “Don’t hurt yourself.” You lightly tug at her hair and tilt her head so that she’s facing the ceiling, looking up at you.

“I wouldn’t mind,” she mumbles. A smirk begins to dance on her face, showing off her perfect teeth.

“Well, I would.” You push her bangs out of her face, getting a better and more clear look at her features. Light pink stains of blood from her recent fight stay prominent around her nose. You bite your tongue at this, having nothing to say but how perfect she remains.

Her expression softens as you continue your staring contest. Her smile never ceases, however. “You’re so pretty…” She mumbles so you can barely hear her.

Your brows furrow and you laugh dryly, trying to make a joke out of it. You don’t want to believe that there’s a possibility of real feelings coming from her, only seeing things like this happen in the movies. “How many painkillers did you take?”

“Do you like me?”

Her question catches you off guard, but you don’t let up on the “friendly” banter. “Of course, I like you, Haze.”

“But do you, like, love me?” After a beat, she unravels her arm from around your torso and slowly sits up from her previously horizontal position on your lap. She speaks through your silence. “‘Cause you’re, like, so cool, and I feel like I’ve known you forever, even though I only met you this year. Also–”

You effectively cut her off, leaning in to place a hand upon her cheek and your mouth on hers. She lets her eyes shut and immediately shuts her mouth, letting you take over for her. She puts her arms around your torso and pulls you two closer together with the little strength she has. It’s still enough to shock you, however.

You attempt to pull away, only to have her lean into you further. “Hazel,” you hum as you try to get her attention. At the sound of her name, she decidedly pulls away from you. You open your eyes to see her blue ones staring back up at you.

“I love you.” You reference what she was saying before you decided to interrupt her. “Sorry, I didn’t say it sooner.”

She smiles at your words, any previous pain dissipating from her face. “Me too,” she responds. Hazel leans in once more, tilting her head to meet yours. You bring a hand up to meet the side of her head, pulling her impossibly closer.

She pulls back in an instant. “Ow,” she mumbles, bringing a hand up to her nose. Your face is painted with a concerned expression, tilting your head to get a better look at whatever damage you might’ve caused. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” She blushes, feeling embarrassed as if she ruined the moment. “Did I mess up?”

“Oh, god, no.” You smile at her softly, hoping to come off as comforting. You bring that same hand up to caress her head. She lets her own, hand drop into her lap as she stares back at you deeply. “This is good.”

You smile and speak again, softly, “This is perfect.”

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𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝

pairing ; lottie matthews x fem!reader

wordcount ; 2.3k

summary ; you've always found yourself butting head with lottie. you both can't seem to find out why. what happens when she takes it just a little too far? (enemies to lovers)

warnings ; injury, cursing, shouting match, use of y/n (let me know if i missed anything!)

The feeling of the cold, crisp air rushing past your skin was evident as you ran across the field. The ball between your cleats was wet with the morning dew as it glided along the freshly cut grass. The morning was foggy, the sun hidden behind soft clouds.

Your concentration was interrupted by a presence on your close right. Lottie was catching up to you, and fast. You tried to outrun her, desperately, but you struggled to keep the ball intact.

Her body crashed into your side, making you trip over your own feet and collide with the ground. You had the wind knocked out of your lungs and your head was beating with your heart, sounding through your ears. You winced, feeling the adrenaline run dry and your back start to ache. You realize you’ve lost.

It’s just a scrimmage, you have to remind yourself. Before anyone could score, however, the sound of a whistle being blown cut the game short. That didn’t cover the sound of Lottie’s groans. “Are you serious?”

You sat up from the ground to face her, gently to not hurt yourself further. “What the fuck, Lottie?” The scowl on your face matched hers.

“Hey, come on!” Coach Ben hollered at the both of you, heads turning to where he stood at the edge of the field. “Just help her up, yeah?”

You both turned back toward each other. Lottie looked down at you with an irked expression, as if you had done something wrong. She held her hand out to you begrudgingly, hoping that you wouldn’t accept it.

You looked up at her through your lashes, squinting ever so slightly. The sight of her above you made you feel small. You slapped your hand into hers and pulled yourself up. You still face her, not breaking eye contact.

Lottie doesn’t let go right away. Instead, she tugs you closer and tilts her head to your ear. “You need to keep up,” she whispered. She wasn’t going to let this go. “I’d hate to see you on the bench.” You could hear the self-satisfied grin in her voice.

“I’d just hate to see you in general.” You taunted her back. You pull your hand from her grasp and give her one last scowl before walking back to your side of the field.

Lottie’s smile falters for a second before she scowls and rolls her eyes. The whistle blows one last time, signaling the end of practice. All the girls ran back to the locker room, some stopping you to make sure you were okay.

You sat alone on the bench, it still hurt to move. You were the last one in there, along with Shauna. She shut her locker, and the sound of that and her sneakers along the tile floor cut the silence. She turned toward you, a sympathetic look on her face. “Do you need a ride?”

You shook your head and sighed. “I think I just need some time, yeah?” Which was true. You hated struggling in front of your peers, you didn’t want your friends to worry about you. In your mind, being seen as vulnerable was a sign of weakness. That was something you couldn’t see yourself coming back from.

She nodded and walked toward the exit, looking back once more. “Call me if you need anything, okay?” You gave her a reassuring smile and watched her back as she left.

Now, all alone, you sighed to yourself before getting up and shedding your uniform. You put your hair up as you walked into the showers. You turned the nozzle, cold water came spitting out sporadically and you tried to shield yourself. You held your hand out, trying to sense the warmth.

As the steam rose in the air, you relaxed into the water, feeling your muscles unwind. Closing your eyes, you let the bar of soap glide across your body.

“You’re still here?” You whipped your head toward the source of the voice and saw Lottie, standing just outside of the showers. She looked you up and down with a stupid smile on her face.

“Jesus Christ, Lottie!” you shouted at her and tried to cover yourself. “Go away!”

“Sorry! I can’t help it,” she laughed at your state, turning away and walking further into the locker room. “Let me get you a towel, at least.”

“You shut off the shower water and walked to the edge between the showers and the locker room floor. She walked back, towel in hand. You held out your arms, peeking out from behind the wall between you two.

“Hold on now.” She looked at your outstretched arm before looking down at the towel again. “What am I doing?”

“Come on, Lottie.” you pleaded, although she had been talking to herself now. “I’d be an idiot to give you this.”

“You’re an idiot anyway.” You were starting to get pissed at her. How could she be so laid back right now? “Give me the towel, Lottie.”

“That’s not very nice, angel,” she teased and brought the towel to her chest, further from your reach. you tried calming down, sighing before looking at her with a tight expression. “Please, Lottie? I need it.”

“Only ‘cause you said please.” She brought the towel to your hand and you snatched it from her grasp. You wrapped it around yourself and walked back to your locker where a clean pair of clothes sat.

Lottie followed behind you, her gaze on your back. She suddenly remembered what happened during practice. “Hey, I’m sorry… about earlier.” She sounded sincere, but you couldn’t believe it.

“You don’t have to apologize, Lottie.” You shook your head, exhausted from her antics and the whole day in general. You stood in front of your open locker with a pair of clean clothes. “Um, turn around, please?” You couldn’t face her, too embarrassed in your current state.

She understood immediately and did so. You unwrapped the towel from your frame and let it drop to the floor. Grabbing a clean pair of underwear, you bent down to slip them over your legs. This cycle continued until you got to your sports bra, bringing your arms over your head to put it on. A sharp pain cut through your movements, causing you to let out a resounding groan in response.

Lottie heard this and became concerned. “Do you need help?” She turned her head to the side as she tried to make her voice clearer, despite it being the only noise in the room. You sighed and gave in. “Yeah…”

Without hesitating, Lottie turned back around and walked to your side, her gaze softening at the sight of you. You looked dejected, and she understood that. She grabbed the cloth from your hands and stood behind you.

“Arms out,” she commanded. Although it wasn’t the most comfortable position for you, it was better than the cohesive movements of dressing yourself. You let her arms caress yours, the heat contrasting against the cold atmosphere. She brought the article of clothing up your arms and shoulders. You ducked your head and she stretched the material over your neck.

She leaned over your shoulder to grab the shirt from your locker, her body pressed into your back, causing you to shudder. She backed away slightly. “Sorry,” she mumbled.

She pulled the shirt out and inspected the image printed on the front. “Bangles? Really?” She smiled at the worn-in design, the breath from her laugh hitting your neck. You flush, embarrassed by the old rag in her hands.

“The Bangles are good.” You tried to defend yourself. It was hard when her tall frame was surrounding yours. She turned her head toward yours and smirked. “The Go-Gos are better.”

“We really can’t agree on anything, can we?” she asked, her gaze catching yours, making you feel weak in the knees. She looked back at the t-shirt and her brows furrowed. “This one might be a little difficult…” She continued to look at the shirt, trying to think of a solution to cause the least pain.

Lottie shoved the shirt back into the locker in front of you. You turned to her out of confusion about her actions, only to see her unzipping her jacket and taking it off. She held it out to you. “Take it.”

You looked down at her jacket and shook your head. “No, Lottie, I can’t…”

She cut you off. “Please, Y/n?” She wasn’t going to let you be so stubborn. “Take this as my apology… I feel bad.” She had mumbled the last part, but it still came through. You looked back down at the jacket in her hands. It was a maroon color, and it also looked warm. What reason did you have to not take her offer?

“Fine.” You took her jacket, unfolded it, and slipped it over your shoulders. You zipped it closed and looked down at yourself. It hugged your frame perfectly, almost like it was made for you. “Thanks, Lottie.”

“It’s no problem.” You two stood in front of each other for a minute more, every so often making eye contact and looking away once caught. She cleared her throat to disrupt the silence. “Do you, uh, need a ride?”

“Yeah.” You nodded and looked back up at her and offered her a soft smile. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

Lottie smiled back at you, happy to help you out. She shut your locker for you and grabbed your bag off the bench. You just stood there in disbelief and watched her begin to walk out. Not hearing your footsteps behind her, she looks back at you with a blank expression. “You comin’?”

“Yeah, sorry.” You snap out of your position and begin to walk after her. You trailed her out of the locker rooms. “I can carry my stuff, y’know.”

“Not with a bum shoulder. Plus, I did that to you. The least I can do is help you out.” You both walked across the field and onto the hot asphalt of the parking lot. You nodded along with her words, not that she could see it.

Lottie’s car was one of the only ones left in the lot, and it was nice. She walked around to the passenger side, standing next to you. She grasped the handle to the door and opened it, holding it for you. You looked up at her a mumbled a ‘thank you.’ You slipped inside, hitting the warm leather of the seat.

She shut the door and you watched out the windshield as she walked around to the driver’s seat. She opened the door and got in, tossing your bag in the back seat. You faced forward, avoiding any eye contact with her.

Lottie didn’t start the car just yet. She fastened her seatbelt and looked at your expression, which to her was unreadable. “What’s wrong?”

You finally turn your head to look at her, biting your lip as you contemplate whether you should tell her or not. “Are you just gonna go back to hating me after this?”

She flinched at your words, seemingly taken aback. She shook her head in confusion. “Where did this come from?”

“Come on, it’s not exactly a secret.” You rolled your eyes, starting to get worked up. You turned in your seat to face her fully now. “You’re just doing all of this to make yourself feel better.”

“That couldn’t be further from the truth.” She was starting to raise her voice in defense of your yelling. She felt offended by your accusations. “I can’t do something nice for a friend?”

“Oh, please, we’re hardly friends–”

She grabbed your face and pulled you in. In her mind, the only way of shutting you up was physically. And in the process, indirectly admitting her feelings in the process. Her lips were pressed against yours leaving no room for air.

She pulled away from you hastily, an unnerving feeling starting to set in. You both stared at each other with wide eyes, breathing rapidly. She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t stop thinking about her carelessness. If you hadn’t hated her before, you probably did now.

You leaned over to her in the driver’s seat, pushing her thoughts aside by moving your lips against hers once again. You were now sitting up on your knees, desperately reaching to taste every flavor she had to offer. You brought your hands up to hold her face as you kissed her.

She brought her hand up behind your neck, pulling you impossibly closer. You moaned into the kiss, pulling away for some air. Lottie had not, however, she continued to trail her open-mouth kisses toward your jawline.

“Lottie,” you breathed out, trying to get her attention. She moved her kisses from your jaw and down to your neck, seemingly tuning out your words. “Lottie!” You pushed her head away from your neck and looked at her. Her eyes were half-lidded and she had a dazed look on her face.

She looked up at you and pouted. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, it was perfect.” You moved your hand up to her hair, scratching her scalp. She moaned in response to the feeling. “You’re perfect.” You smiled and pulled away completely, sitting back down in your seat.

“You want me to take you home now? After all that?” She wasn’t upset, actually she was quite the opposite. But she was also confused by your actions.

“No, I’m waiting for you to start the car and take me out.” You were now finding it difficult to hide your smile, butterflies going crazy throughout your stomach.

Lottie was now the one who couldn’t contain herself. “That’s my girl.” She let out a small smile before leaning toward you again, pressing another kiss to your cheek. She turned forward and turned the keys to start the engine.

[mvlders222]

hii, could you write about Natalie scatorccio and a reader with anxiety problems?

I know it's a sensitive topic and I will understand if you don't want to write about this.

(sorry if I don't express myself well, English is not my native language)

a/n; hi!! thank you for the request. i hope i wrote this well and to your liking. reader's gender is female. i have a handful of people in my life with clinical anxiety, but i also did my research before diving into this topic. if the way i describe these feelings isn't accurate, please let me know so i can edit/rewrite this fic.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

pairing ; natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

wordcount ; 1.1k

summary ; nat invites you to one more party, and you typically never accept. she reasons that this would be the last one before your guys’ flight tomorrow for nationals. this however doesn’t seem to go as planned…

warnings ; anxiety, overthinking, sorta angst to fluff, alcohol, underage drinking, mention of smoking (let me know if there's any more!)

You and Natalie had been dating for two months now. And you knew each other even earlier than that. But throughout your time knowing her, she had never not invited you to any event whether it be a smoke sesh or a bonfire.

And you had always turned her down. This wasn’t your way of rejecting her, but it wasn’t exactly your crowd. You could only conjure up the most ridiculous and almost impossible situations that would happen because you just showed up in a social setting.

Your guys’ first date in your backyard where you guys shared a pizza and your first kiss (probably not a good kiss with the pizza). The point was that it was in the privacy of your own home.

You know Nat would never force you to do anything you wouldn’t want to do. But considering how she felt going to these parties without you, you decided you finally show. So she came to your house minutes before the party to help you prepare.

There you stood in front of your mirror, Natalie behind you looking at your guys’ reflection. She had her hands on your shoulders and smiled at you through the mirror.

She was dressed in a leather jacket and worn in Doc Martins. She had a red pleated skirt and ripped fishnets and a plethora of rings adorned her fingers. She had smudged eyeliner around her eyes but it was meant to look like that.

You were simply wearing a long sleeve since it was chilled out. A pair of thrifted jeans that were your favorite pair, despite them already being worn.

“Are you ready?” She smiled at you and you nodded. She kissed your cheek and grabbed your hand to drag you out of your bedroom and your house.

It wasn’t a far walk, just further out into the woods so you both walked there, hand in hand.

“Have you ever been to one of these before?” Nat smirked. It wasn’t mean, it was a genuine question. “You just never wanna come with me when I offer.”

“Not really to any parties. I’ve been to the football games but I never have any fun there,” you shrugged. You were the type to stay in and enjoy a movie, rather than agree with people who speak in majority filler words. It was exhausting to try and find any way to talk to these people without absolutely crumbling.

“I thought it’d be nice though. Since we leave tomorrow,” you smiled. You looked at the dead leaves on the ground as the two of you walked together.

As you got closer and closer to the bonfire, you could see the light and hear a mix of chatter, laughter, and music. A heavy feeling started to settle in your stomach, but you tried to push it down because what would Nat think if you wanted to turn around?

When you started to catch up with people and run into the couples sucking faces, it was like a middle school dance. People were spread out across the woods, but no one was dancing to the music. All talking in their small groups, holding red solo cups full of something.

“I’m gonna go find a keg.” Natalie let your hand go and walked away from you, walking through different circles of people to find a buzz.

You tried following her, but her trail was too spontaneous. She would push people apart from each other, even when they were invested in a full-on conversation. She would split trees and walk through bushes.

So afraid of losing her, you weren’t paying attention to the others around you, mumbling different “sorry”s to several strangers. Maybe you had been paying too much attention to the people around you and that’s how you lost your girlfriend in the crowds.

You couldn’t ask anyone for help, they seemed to look at you like you snuck onto earth. Whether it was the anxiety or the plethora of circles you’d made searching for Natalie, your nausea was starting to set in.

Your stomach was tied in knots and you suddenly felt like you couldn’t move. Your breathing became shallow. The lights were too bright and the music was too loud, it was hard to even think in a setting like this.

An unexpected hand grasped at your shoulder and tugged you around. Trying not to fall over your own feet, you grabbed at anything physical in front of you.

Your eyes came into focus. “Natty!” You let out what felt like the last breath you’d ever take. You pulled her toward you in a great embrace. You felt a splash at your feet and arms wrap around you hesitantly.

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” she apologized earnestly. You both pulled away slightly. “I completely forgot and I feel like a complete jerk-“

“You dropped your beer,” you interrupted her. Your monotone made her smile and laugh. It was something so simple that didn’t compare to the situation that was happening.

“I hadn’t even noticed.” She smiled and pecked the corner of your lips. She looked down at your hand and held it gently with her own, toying with the tips of your fingers. Looking back up to meet your eyes, her face became soft. “Do you wanna go?”

You took a deep breath and looked at her as if she had confused you for someone else. “No, it’s okay! But if you wanna stay. I’ll just go–”

She quickly shushed you and held your face in her hands. “Shh, baby… I love you more than some… party.” She giggled at the situation.

“Are you sure? Have you even talked to your friends yet?” All of your questions made her shut you up again, pressing her lips to yours, trying to get you to stop mumbling into your kiss.

She pulled away and gave you a knowing look. You just replied with a small smile on your lips. Natalie furrowed her brows as she licked her lips once over. “Is that cherry?”

“Yeah, it came in, like, a pack of four.” You giggled in response to her behavior.

“That gives us one more reason to leave,” She moved her hands to grab yours, pulling you away from the rest of the party. “We have to try all of them. If they’re as good as they taste, ya know.”

[mvlders222]

yellowjackets masterlist !

welcome to my yellowjackets masterlist! i write pre-crash and during, i write for the younger and present characters, and i mostly write for fem!readers but if you would like anything different, feel free to request!

i will not write smut (not just for these characters but for any). i will not write out any canonical lgbt+ traits (ex: i won't write out taissa's sapphic sexuality for any reason).

warning for canon yj events that may be triggering and that these stories will contain spoilers. please enjoy!

☆ natalie scatorccio all i think about now — while the yellowjackets team has plans to set up their own homecoming party, "doomcoming" if you will, natalie sneaks off only to find you. left alone with your thoughts and a bottle of alcohol, you have no choice but to confront each other about what was left unhandled before the crash. [wk ; 1.3k]

party girl — nat invites you to one more party, and you typically never accept. she reasons that this would be the last one before your guys’ flight tomorrow for nationals. this however doesn’t seem to go as planned… [wk ; 1.1k]

can't buy me love — You know your time as a teenager is quickly coming to an end, and so do your parents. When they provide you with an unrealistic ultimatum, you decide to push back in outlandish ways. If that means bringing a dirtbag into your home, then so be it. [wk ; 2.2k]

☆ lottie matthews unfriended — you've always found yourself butting head with lottie. you both can't seem to find out why. what happens when she takes it just a little too far? (enemies to lovers) [wk ; 2.3k]

mojo pin — your life, as well as the other girls', was slowly declining with every moment you spend out in the wilderness. however, the sanity of a specific girl may slowly be slipping, and you might be the one paying the price. [wk ; 1.2k]

discreet — Lottie was the best friend you could ever ask for, but she wished it wasn't so. You loved her, of course, and so did she. But those weren't her true intentions... [wk ; 1.5k]

dirty little secret — You hated knowing that you held Lottie back from being her best self, and she hated seeing you devote your time and effort into someone else who didn't deserve it. [wk ; 2.1k]

☆ van palmer none yet !

☆ taissa turner none yet !

☆ shauna shipman none yet !

☆ misty quigley none yet !

☆ jackie taylor none yet !

[mvlders222]

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰

based off of the pixies song with the same name

pairing ; natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

wordcount ; 1.3k

summary ; while the yellowjackets team has plans to set up their own homecoming party, "doomcoming" if you will, natalie sneaks off only to find you. left alone with your thoughts and a bottle of alcohol, you have no choice but to confront each other about what was left unhandled before the crash.

warnings ; travis slander!!! alcohol, underage drinking, mention of nausea, angst, fluffy at the end. centered around episode s1xe9 "doomcoming." lowercase intended

"what are you doin' out here?" you looked up to see natalie pushing her way through bushes to get to you. you were sitting on the dirt close to the large tree that stood behind you. the roots were too uncomfortable to sit on properly.

you had previously held your head to your knees and away from the others, the world, and anyone who may've been watching. natalie glimpsed at your tear-stained cheeks in disdain, a sour taste left in her mouth as she tried to swallow it down.

you looked up to meet her gaze, quickly wiping the tears away. you didn't want her to see you like this. vulnerable. nothing seemed to have come from your efforts, however. lighter tears still emitting from your eyes. "nothing," you responded.

that clearly didn't work, as now she'd made her way closer. "doesn't seem like nothin'," her thick accent pushing through. it was one of the many features you had always loved about her. she sat down next to you, avoiding the tough roots that had grown their way underneath the ground and rock.

"i don't wanna talk to you right now," you sniffled a bit.

"you're not the first. i feel like everyone hates me right now." she looked down at the ground before her. her tone made it seem like she didn't care, but she had been hurt by your words.

you and natalie had had a past. it was full of hidden love for one another. skipping class to go makeout in the janitor's closets, having girl's nights whenever your parents were out of town. nothing had ever been official, and while you had feelings for her, you still believed that she had just been using you. but if this was the closest you two would ever get, you'd take that over ruining your friendship.

she was like a drug, though. you loved being around her, and the risk of getting caught was thrilling. but when you were apart, you were left alone with your thoughts and that was more horrifying than any boogeyman hiding under a child's bed.

everything changed after the crash, she had been going on longer hunts with travis and it had been hard to hide your dates. you started seeing her less and less and hated that she left you for a boy.

"what about travis?" you glanced at her slightly, secretly hopeful for her answer, although the thought of them made you want to vomit. "i thought you two were, um, together..?"

"i thought so too. actually, i thought i had feelings for him. he just thinks i'm a slut because i don't fit his perfect image," she laughed at this. "seriously, i don't know what i was thinking."

"he's a dick." that was all you could come out with. natalie laughed at the lone sentence. "he's more than a dick," she responded.

"do you remeber us? when we were happy?" you stared at her with those sad eyes. god, those eyes. she could never lie to you.

"yeah," she said without thinking. "i'm... sorry... about all of this."

it was silent after that. an eternity of awkward silence and you didn't exactly know how to break it. "just go back to the party, okay? i'm not ready yet."

"it was getting boring anyway." she pulled your attention to the bottle of what looked like cheap bourbon. "you want some?" she uncapped it and held it out to you.

without a word, you grabbed the bottle and took a swig. after a couple gulps, you handed it back to the girl and wiped your chin of any drink that dribbled down.

"jesus, do you have nothing to live for?" she teased while grabbing the bottle. her smile slightly dropped when she saw the look on your face. it was one of hopelessness, and your eyes, empty.

"not anymore." you rubbed your nose and sniffled. you turned to face her fully now. "i was gonna go to college, you know. i don't wanna be a housewife who hates my husband, dropping my kids off at soccer practice." tears started to well up in your eyes again at the very thought of this.

"you're overthinking. trust me, that's not gonna happen." natalie brought the bottle away from her lips and looked at you again.

after a couple of sips from the both of you, the bottle was now nearly empty. while that conversation was long forgotten by natalie, it still remained in the back of your mind, taunting you.

"how do you know?" it wasn't meant to be mean, it was a genuine question.

natalie had no idea what you were talking about. as her laughing died down from some stupid joke she made, confusion quickly took over. "huh?"

"how do you know what's gonna happen? after all this?" natalie looked deeply into your eyes and reached out to grab your hand.

"'cause giving yourself away to a man doesn't give you purpose. you're throwing your life away!" she was talking like you were out of your mind. and maybe you were, or maybe it was just the alcohol. because the next thing you did you would've never been able to have the courage to do.

you wrapped your hand around the back of her neck and pulled her close to you. your lips landed on hers and she kissed back without hesitation. in that moment, time stopped. the earth stopped spinning and you were the only two people on the planet.

after a while, you pulled back, much to her dismay, and rested your forehead against hers. she was left speechless at how forward it was. "i, um, wow..."

"tell me, how that one kiss was different than the thousands we've shared?" you teased her, filled with confidence knowing that you're the one that had left her flustered.

"it's been... a while," she finally pulled her head away from yours and stared at you earnestly. "you never know what you have until you've lost it, yeah?"

you smiled at her words. it may have not been the best thing to say in that moment, it may have been sort of dopey, but in that moment it had made your heart full again.

"i regret ever leaving you." natalie shook her head and she seemed ut of breath. "even if we never had anything before now. it hurts to think about."

"i love you," you startled yourself with your own words. now it was your turn to be flustered. "sorry," you laughed awkwardly.

natalie giggled, now feeling happier than ever. she kissed you deeply once more. she didn't have to say it back for you to understand that she really did love you back.

you didn't know what was going to happen next, or if you were going to remember this in the morning, but it didn't matter because she was all yours and you were hers.

[yoshiki-tsuijnaka]

I go online. I am viciously attacked by cunty fashion girl Hayley Williams pictures 😳😳

[kragehund-est]

everyone hates orange until they actually see her in context. "oh it's such an ugly color, too bright!" look at sunsets and autumn, look at campfires and deserts. she's the most beautiful and special part of the scene. now apologize.

[riotsarmor]

thank you la mag for this opportunity to make more of my silly icons ❤️